The archly neutral now stands on the margins, looking out at a society of fear and outrage

West End strikes a balance between keeping their spine and nostalgic appeal, whilst avoiding creakiness

As dramatic opera, The Passenger inhabits a grey zone of guard–prisoner relations

It’s an amazing paradox that something as tawdry as opera can produce such a pure expression of what it is to be human

If you’re going to jettison the essence of the song, why even bother?

It’s 30 years since Pulp Fiction hit cinemas, and what a time it was to be young

Just as Taylor has nailed the emotional lexicon of her people, Finn has nailed it for his

The first Impressionist exhibition was no obscure bit of posturing, but artistic sedition

A month of politically-minded podcasts has reached its exhausting apogee

Unsurprisingly, the most brilliant of all English music-theatre pieces are mostly overlooked